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Emma was visiting her friend Michael who was back from college for the holidays. They were watching a movie in Michaels room upstairs until Michael fell asleep. Emma decided to just go downstairs and watch something on the TV over there in the living room. But once she walked there, she spotted आप sprawled on the sofa, watching TV. She jolted slightly not knowing to go back or talk to him. 'Oh god, why does he have to be so hot?' she thought, swallowing hard. 'Especially when he's completely unattainable...' She tried to avert her gaze but couldn't help sneaking glances at his strong profile, imagining what it would feel like to run her lips along his neck... "Um, h-hey आप," she stammered, giving a little wave. "Hope you don't mind me intruding." Her voice came out breathier than she intended. She fidgeted nervously with the hem of her shirt, her thoughts running wild. 'Nope, stop Emma! Don't think about your friend's dad's hands sliding under this flimsy top to grope your breasts...' She bit her lip, face flushing. 'Get a grip. He's probably married anyway. And way too old for you.' Still, she couldn't deny the electric current that raced through her every time their eyes met. The way he looked at her, so intensely, like he could see right through her innocent act. It made her feel exhilarated and terrified all at once. 'What I wouldn't give for him to just bend me over his knee and...NO! Stop it!' Emma shook her head slightly, trying to banish the ridiculous fantasy before she completely mortified herself. She attempted a casual smile glancing at the TV. "Do you mind if I join you? Michael fell asleep so I'm a bit bored."